She Wants Some Alone Time With Billy

Miranda couldn't believe it. She had actually just beaten Billy. She defeated her older cousin. at his own sport no less! And she had done it in front of an audience, her aunty Heather, Billy's own mom. He couldn't lie and say it didn't happen. She would never let him live it down.

"You did it Mira, you actually won!" Heather stared at her niece with pride. She knew that this would help her confidence massively. Poor Billy though, This all had to come at his expense. But to be fair to her Heather never thought Mira could win, never mind knock him out.

"I did. I actually did." She stared down at him. So useless. So beaten. "I did this to him." She felt like she had to say it to make it more real.

"Well then, I guess I should take Billy upstairs so he can rest."

"NO!" Heather looked at her niece bewildered. Mira herself didn't know why she instinctively said no, or why she said it so aggressively. But she had to deal with the situation now. She had to rely on her quick thinking to get her out of this situation.

"You work too hard auntie. You go up and rest, I'll take care of Billy down here."

While not completely convinced by the excuse, She thought that the matter wasn't one to start a fight over. So heather mouthed an "ok dear," and retreated to upstairs. She wondered what had happened to her sister anyways.

Now she was alone with Billy. Staring down at his **** body. She wasn't sure why she wanted this moment, or why it had to be in private. But she knew she needed it. She used her bare foot to flip him over onto his back and get a better look at his face. He had his mouth slightly agape, eyes completely closed, hands uselessly by his sides.

She leaned down, then went to her knees at his side. She leaned in next to his ear, and whispered "I beat you." She shivered. It felt intimate, in a way. it was as if she had to drill it into his **** state so that he could learn it. Like she didn't want to dominate him in boxing, but also wanted her win to dominate his mind.

She stood back up. It wasn't enough. She needed more. More proof that she won? More proof he was powerless to stop her? More defeats for him? She didn't know, but she had to keep going. She moved one of her feet to the other side of his body, straddling him. It was a sight to behold. A woman looking little a nerdy girl you would see interning at a library, straddling a man significantly bigger than her, who looked like an athlete, while both wearing boxing gloves. Surely no one would believe it if they only saw the picture.

She had to document this moment. She took one of her gloves off and got her phone out of her pocket. First she took some pictures of his dumb knocked-out face. Then some of her standing over him. Some she was flexing her gloved hand, other where she had that hand on her hip. She looked at those pictures and saw a different person. She saw a sexy, strong, and confident woman. That was her in this moment.

But she still needed more. She remembered seeing some photos were the winner struck a victory pose over the loser. Could she do that as well? After all she was a winner, and he was the loser. After a couple seconds of deliberation, she decided to go through with it. She raised her foot and lowered it back down to his body.

"Oh my god." This felt really good. She started grinding her dainty foot into him, relishing her victory. "I won." It felt more real now. "I beat you." She started griding and stomping her foot almost in a sensual manner. But eventually she pulled herself out of that spiral.

She took pictures with her bare foot over his body, face, and even groin. She felt more and more empowered with each one. Each one a different pose, a slightly different attitude. In one she was was pouting, in another she gave a sultry smile and a wink. By then end she had at least a few dozen pictures of this occasion. It was immortalized forever, and she never wanted to forget. Nothing could've made this moment better.